A man of words: Eulogy for our beloved Aryeh Dean Cohen

New York-born Israeli journalist Aryeh Dean Cohen died on June 16 at the age of 63, and was laid to rest in Jerusalem two days later.

July 13, 2018 12:54
4 minute read.
Aryeh Dean Cohen (second from left) with Shani (far right) and their four children

Aryeh Dean Cohen (second from left) with Shani (far right) and their four children. (photo credit: Courtesy)


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How do we encapsulate you in a few words? You used to wash bananas before peeling them. You used to dry our hair after a bath with a big towel, rubbing our scalps ferociously. You read to us all the time and no one does a better Jennifer Giraffe voice. You introduced us to WWF on Friday afternoons, even wrestling on the floor with the boys way after it was age appropriate. You had the loudest sneeze.

You were the ultimate sports fan. The Yankees and Hapoel might not have known it, but you were playing for them in every game, even if you were sitting on the couch at the time. Our entire living room would be full of every Yankee item known to man and we all remember being woken up by your not at all muffled shouts at 3 o’clock in the morning. You covered the World Series and were in the parade the year the Giants won the Super Bowl. You collected the cards, tracked statistics and always said “you have to be willing to suffer to be a sports fan” or “You have to believe, Yaniv, you have to believe.”


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